, whatcha gonna do? Get out of my way 'cause the girl's coming through I'm proud, I'll say it out loud Never sitting pretty, standing out from the crowd
couple of one's Fred two, for niggas that ain't ever had shit Messed up, locked down, go on and grab shit Fred three, for niggas on lock without a key
! Hahaha, yo check this out You faggots ain't even on my level I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots! Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the
It's the Meth in the house, ha, yeah, break it down When it's all said an' done, we gon' be on top 'Cause we don't stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot
shivering Or locked up, caught inside the beast Meanwhile on the street saying no more peace My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own In a cell locked down
s locked down in the jails can feel it Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead One gun, two
And playas mackin' them hoes, in dyke clothes Comin' up slammin' Caddy doors In Southwest, we'll take it to yo chest And we got it locked like some niggas on house
they givin' out some hard times Heard one of these locked up And my people snortin' hard lines Locked up and they didn't do a thang Locked up because of the pressure and pain Locked
rock niggaz this summer, on the real Ya know what I'm sayin'? Yo son, I had crazy visions Check it out check it out check it out, boom Just imagine if you buy, check it out
Jim was thinkin' to himself "Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf" But then the crowd began to stamp their feet And the house lights
changed the lock on my front door So you can't see me anymore And you can't come inside my house And you can't lie down on my couch I changed the lock
I changed the lock on my front door So you can't see me anymore And you can't come inside my house And you can't lie down on my couch I changed the lock
the trophys in the house, For the girls that he laid. Not a wimp he's a pimp, Now of course he's the boss, So keep your bitch out his face, Or else she
want a hype crowd playa this is a must Let me tell ya the industry ain't ready for us We like Russian Roulete and ya out of luck [Smilez] I'm quick to
fingerprint and last name If I'm stuck in a cell, how would I maintain Lock up all these niggas, the penitentiary mind frame I strive for perfection, my method is quite collective Check out
didn't pay 'Lac And I know that he sold out Put something in my street sweeper And run in his house Knock a hole up out his pa chest And a tongue out
Gameface, uuh Check them haters out, check them haters out Check them haters out, check them haters out Check them haters out, check them haters out What
to worry 'bout it bein' so crowded Someday, we'll get out, someday, someday As soon as war broke out The G.I. came and they just come to the house And